Crossroads
Ya ya ya ya ya
On a journey through the Groves
My lonely soul stumbled at crossroads
We all know where that story could go
I almost lost my soul
On a journey through the Groves
My lonely soul stumbled at crossroads
We all know where that story could go
I almost lost my soul
My soul
My soul
When I stumbled at the crossroads
Woah is my lonely soul on this journey through the Groves
I almost lost my soul
When I stumbled at the crossroads
When I stumble at the crossroads
I almost lost my soul
In this
In this journey I do not need no seat belt
Swerving down my own lane
I might go insane If I never see wealth
But honestly I need health
Man I been too sick with it
And I brought brick with it
How I'm gonna build
I skilled
I killed
I might just Hit a lick and then throw my mama a mill
Chill
I ain't do no deal
So devil can cry me a river down to signal hill
Never show him no mind
But they keeps showing bills
That's a bad receipt
Man I'll do it over till
The neighbors think I'm selling dope
They probably right
Imma born sinner
tell the pope
They probably might
Have a cold summer
Casual-t just killed a man
Have told mama
Life has just begun
The type to go and have fun
During
Before
And after
The show is done
Mama I ask
Pray for your son
This journey through the groves is tasked with valleys demons and nuns
On a journey through the Groves
My lonely soul stumbled at crossroads
We all know where that story could go
I almost lost my soul
On a journey through the Groves
My lonely soul stumbled at crossroads
We all know where that story could go
I almost lost my soul
My soul
My soul
When I stumbled at the crossroads
Woah is my lonely soul on this journey through the Groves
I almost lost my soul
When I stumbled at the crossroads
When I stumble at the crossroads
I almost lost my soul
In this
In this journey I do not need no seat belt
Swerving down my own lane
I might go insane If I never see wealth
But honestly I need health
Man I been too sick with it
And I brought brick with it
How I'm gonna build
I skilled
I killed
I might just Hit a lick and then throw my mama a mill
Chill
I ain't do no deal
So devil can cry me a river down to signal hill
Never show him no mind
But they keeps showing bills
That's a bad receipt
Man I'll do it over till
The neighbors think I'm selling dope
They probably right
Imma born sinner
tell the pope
They probably might
Have a cold summer
Casual-t just killed a man
Have told mama
Life has just begun
The type to go and have fun
During
Before
And after
The show is done
Mama I ask
Pray for your son
This journey through the groves is tasked with valleys demons and nuns
Credits
Writer(s): Thato Moruri
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